Being an outed teen lesbian in Brockton Bay? Not great. Being outed as a lesbian as *apparently* your father is angling for a promotion in the E88? Very not great. Accidentally revealing to the E88 goons that kidnapped you - is it still kidnapping if it's done with parental consent? - that you have the most useless superpower ever? Awful.
So that's how my morning was going.
Except apparently my superpower wasn't so useless. I mean sure, *that* one was. But my *actual* superpower was to get random bullshit dumped on me, and enough random bullshit starts to add up.
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A semi-SI Celestial Gacha fic set in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on Earth Bet. The prologue starts in Brockton, and rapidly takes several left turns.
An experiment in writing with the aid of solo-RPG oracles, and an experiment in posting said writing for perspective, ideas, and dopamine. In effect, I'll be posting the Oracles and my thoughts after each post, to get thoughts and opinions back.
The first 22k words are posted! They're from when I was doing this by myself, and I might not wait a super long time to work on the next post. I don't want to make this *dependent* on engagement bc that's a great way to kill it.
Notes on tone: The prologue is dark. My *hope* is to produce slice-of-life interrupted by occasional cape stuff. We'll see what the Oracles say.
So that's how my morning was going.
Except apparently my superpower wasn't so useless. I mean sure, *that* one was. But my *actual* superpower was to get random bullshit dumped on me, and enough random bullshit starts to add up.
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A semi-SI Celestial Gacha fic set in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan on Earth Bet. The prologue starts in Brockton, and rapidly takes several left turns.
An experiment in writing with the aid of solo-RPG oracles, and an experiment in posting said writing for perspective, ideas, and dopamine. In effect, I'll be posting the Oracles and my thoughts after each post, to get thoughts and opinions back.
The first 22k words are posted! They're from when I was doing this by myself, and I might not wait a super long time to work on the next post. I don't want to make this *dependent* on engagement bc that's a great way to kill it.
Notes on tone: The prologue is dark. My *hope* is to produce slice-of-life interrupted by occasional cape stuff. We'll see what the Oracles say.
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